De acordo com a Resolução CNE / CEB nº 2, de 11/09/01, que institui Diretrizes Nacionais para a Educação Especial na Educação Básica, são considerados professores capacitados para atuar em classes comuns, com alunos que apresentam necessidades educacionais especiais, aqueles que comprovem que em sua formação foram incluídos conteúdos sobre educação especial adequados ao desenvolvimento das seguintes competências e valores, exceto:

Não é um dos objetivos específicos da Agência Reguladora Intermunicipal de Saneamento Básico de Minas Gerais – ARISB-MG:

De acordo com a Lei nº 13.146, de 06 de julho de 2015, (Estatuto da Pessoa com Deficiência), a deficiência não afeta a plena capacidade civil da pessoa, inclusive para

Tremor em repouso, instabilidade postural, bradicinesia e rigidez em roda dentada caracterizam 

O hormônio antidiurético atua por

O mediador que não estimula a excreção ácida do estômago é a

Em uma criança que sofreu traumatismo torácico fechado, é incorreto afirmar:

[...] Quando Sartre diz que “nada pode ser bom para nós sem que o seja para todos”, ele quer dizer, precisamente, que ao escolhermos algo, estamos optando por uma alternativa que, dentro das condições de existência nas quais estamos inseridos, seria a melhor opção e, por ser a melhor, todos também poderiam optar pela mesma. Assim, ao escolher algo, o homem cria um modelo de homem que outros podem seguir; daí a sua responsabilidade diante da humanidade. O existencialismo de Sartre, ao contrário das filosofias contemplativas, caracteriza-se por ser uma doutrina de ação, colocando sempre o compromisso como fator indispensável para a existência humana, uma vez que, sem compromisso, não há projeto de ser e, sem projeto de ser, o homem torna-se incapaz de conferir qualquer sentido à existência. Se a intencionalidade é a característica fundamental da consciência, ser livre é engajar-se, comprometer-se e, enfim, responsabilizar-se. [...] Diante dessa constante tarefa de fazer-se, do desamparo, da falta de fundamentos prontos e da responsabilidade que carrega diante de si e da humanidade, a liberdade traz ao sujeito a angústia existencial, a qual emerge no momento da decisão. Angustia-se, pois não é capaz de alterar as condições de existência que se lhe apresentam, tendo de escolher, por vezes, entre o ruim e o pior e tendo de arcar com as consequências dessa escolha; mais que isso, também não é capaz de não realizar essa escolha; e por fim, tem a incontornável tarefa de buscar, em sua subjetividade imanente, ou seja, na sua pura liberdade, os princípios que regerão sua escolha; isto é, terá de estar diante de seu próprio nada; eis o princípio da angústia. CAMINHA, Lucas. Colunas Tortas. Disponível em: <https://bit.ly/2Pq70oV>. Acesso em: 21 ago. 2018. [Fragmento adaptado].           
Releia o trecho a seguir. “[...] ser livre é engajar-se, comprometer-se e, enfim, responsabilizar-se.” A palavra destacada é, nesse contexto, um(a)

Analise as seguintes condutas.
I. Definir regras para o armazenamento, privilegiando a segurança do processo de dispensação. 
II. Empregar ordenamento alfabético e / ou por forma farmacêutica associado à identificação, com etiquetas coloridas dos medicamentos com elevado risco de troca. 
III Identificar os locais de armazenamento de medicamentos que apresentam grafias e sons  semelhantes, com etiquetas de alerta que proporcionem a escrita de parte do nome do medicamento com letras maiúsculas e em negrito. 
É(são) conduta(s) segura(s) que a Farmácia deve adotar para o armazenamento de medicamentos

O painel de controle do Microsoft Windows 10 é uma ferramenta do sistema operacional em que se pode personalizar as configurações do computador utilizado.
Quando é preciso remover um software instalado em nosso computador, deve-se utilizar o seguinte caminho:

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the phrase “Only an old man, mittened and scarved”, the two words “mittened” and “scarved” are

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the phrase “for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility.”, the pronoun “whom” refers to the

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
The sentence “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.”, if reported will read as:

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the sentence “The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace”, the words “empty” and “country” are used as

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.

The taxi driver learnt during their conversation that the narrator was

Moura e Barbosa (2011) pontuam que o desenvolvimento de um projeto ocorre seguindo um ciclo de cinco fases, denominado ciclo de vida do projeto. Relacione a coluna II com a coluna I, associando essas cinco fases com o que é realizado em cada uma delas.
COLUNA I 1. Inicialização 2. Planejamento 3. Execução 4. Controle 5. Encerramento
COLUNA II ( ) Organização, coordenação e direção de equipes. ( ) Desenvolvimento de uma visão geral do projeto. ( ) Avaliação dos resultados do projeto. ( ) Definição de ações, atividades e tarefas, estimativas de recursos, custos e prazos. ( ) Acompanhamento da execução do projeto.
Assinale a sequência correta.

Em relação às reflexões feitas por Morin (2006) sobre o ensinar a compreensão, é incorreto afirmar:

A variedade de substâncias existentes, inúmeras vezes maior do que os elementos que temos na tabela periódica, é explicada pelo fato de que átomos de um mesmo elemento podem se ligar a vários outros átomos e de diversas maneiras. Assim, as substâncias podem ser formadas por átomos isolados, agrupamentos de moléculas, cátions, ânions e elétrons semilivres ou grandes grupamentos de átomos neutros. Desse modo, características como temperatura de fusão e ebulição, solubilidade e condutividade elétrica são definidas pelo tipo de ligação química existente. Numere a coluna II de acordo com a coluna I, fazendo a relação entre as substâncias formadas pelos tipos de ligações químicas e suas características.
COLUNA I 1. Iônica 2. Covalente 3. Metálica 4. Molecular
COLUNA II ( ) Possuem elétrons livres e, assim, podem conduzir energia elétrica. São consideradas ótimos condutores, principalmente na fase sólida. ( ) Não são formadas por moléculas ou por íons. Há uma rede de átomos ligados que se estendem por toda a substância. ( ) Conduzem corrente elétrica somente quando ionizadas em água. ( ) São maleáveis e possuem brilho intenso. ( ) São sólidos quebradiços.
Assinale a sequência correta.

Considere as seguintes afirmativas sobre a organização do estado.
I. Os municípios podem, necessariamente mediante lei complementar, instituir regiões metropolitanas. II. São bens da União os potenciais de energia hidráulica. III. O número de vereadores, observados os limites estabelecidos pela Constituição da República, é proporcional à população do município.
De acordo com a Constituição da República, está(ão) correta(s) a(s) afirmativa(s) do(s) item(ns)

Existe uma infinidade de fatores que influenciam a aprendizagem de pessoas com deficiência, entre eles as características das tarefas motoras,o sujeito que aprende, aprendizagem prévia, o contexto da aprendizagem e o tipo de informação. O professor de Educação Física deve considerar alguns aspectos fundamentais e necessários para uma melhor adequação das tarefas ao tipo de necessidade que os alunos possam apresentar. A esse respeito, analise as afirmativas a seguir. I. Aprendizagem global versus aprendizagem por partes – a aprendizagem por partes é conveniente quando a complexidade da tarefa vai aumentando. A demonstração do modelo total pode ser o mais adequado quando o movimento não pode ser decomposto ou quando a tarefa se apresenta de fácil execução. O objetivo é conseguir que o aluno perceba a globalidade do ato motor e seja capaz de executá-lo. II. Importância da propriocepção na aprendizagem de uma habilidade motora – a aprendizagem do movimento é influenciada e facilitada pela percepção cinestésica. Assim o aluno pode vivenciar o movimento, visualizar, apontar no outro, observar e comparar os seus movimentos com os do colega. III. Capacidade linguística – é de suma importância que o professor conheça a capacidade linguística de seus alunos, já que a comunicação verbal é um dos meios mais utilizados no processo de aprendizagem motora. IV. Tipo de ajuda prestada – o professor de Educação Física deverá prestar ajuda ao aluno necessitado para executar o movimento, procurando escolher a que seja mais adequada à situação, seja ela verbal ou por demonstração. Em alguns casos, a ajuda manual ou mecânica poderá ser necessária para os portadores de deficiência mais comprometidos ou à medida que aumente a complexidade da resposta motora. Estão corretas as afirmativas: